Luyện nghe bài hát Sasquatch

After my reputation of whore beaters
Soared to Bell and I ordered some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
four more, ordered 'em, didn't eat 'em
Then head to Thebe's house for gymnastics
Fantastic, I backflip on beat B
Cause we running shit like the on four cheetahs
Flow than Papa Joe's or Domino's (Fuck it, whatever, um)
scratched inside the knucks
Got One Direction tickets, I should hit that up
Drive by with puppy plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans fit inside the trunk
Move the microwave and the cannabis
Try to take the van and the whole to Canada
Fuck the news and the venues, they can't handle us
They can't stand us including fruits that Frank's
The Ku Klux Klan see me and my
But thank me when they ask the Five Panels is (fuck)
Man, I now, I ain't still dope (nope)
But Chris and fuckin' again so there's still hope
Oh fuck, I went there, balling bitch, I'm Ben's
Y'all breaking like Taco's self-esteem in a thin chair
Old Navy bitches this gap, yeah this grin's rare
a nigga smile like five-year-old child
I'm it with Nak and the nigga from Green Mile, it's
Red Bull in this cup so a nigga may wild but
That's just all the sherm I was burning a little ago
let me get hold of that rifle
Shout my nigga Sage Elsseser and Pablo
Surrounded by them niggas that skate with a style
And some freckled bitches with giant that's vile
They never did that rhino

full of some lost souls
Sergeant of all, autumn and Nak just nollied a pothole
Non-cooperative with his momma's for college
And labeled a problem since paying for Damianos
So shimmy through the swamp, nigga, follow me through the
Orenthal with a pretty bitch in a Bronco
Hopped right off the seven and into some Vatos
a punch, got jumped, dusted off and then walked home
Shit, it's like 6 p.m. and his throbbing
Hand in the by seven, sniff the prescription oxies
Logo in the boxes, all my niggas
Cautious of your crosses, at your doctrines
Bitches augmented stupid as the is
slightly, write precise to get a pussy nigga two chins
Man these shut the loose lips, stumbled in a Ruth's Chris
Slid into a and hid the luggage from his shroom trips
See, ball with Leonardo on the weekend now
And Maui on a route, we on the second season now
fry got 'em seasons salty, weeded, coughing
Ease up off me, end is breathing easy as barfing
From a different breed of doggy, from a different and cloth
And teeing off, believe it's Wang, nigga